talley of 300 – stick talk (remix) lyrics
[intro]
yeah
to3
lord’s baptiste, september 19th
get into this
yeah, murder
yeah
[verse]
last n-gg- that i shottied, ain’t f-ckin’ n-gg-
just know i’mma make sure you don’t be so lucky n-gg-
been hearing everything you say, ain’t say nothin’ n-gg-
cuz it’s just stick talk with me, ain’t no discussion n-gg-
bang-bow
yeah we more than lay that murder game down
they wild
till them lions come and see what they about
bring em’ out
know them missiles in attendance when we prowl
talkin’ loud
i’m not satisfied till they can’t make a sound
b-tch i’m tryna hear your last breath
i’ll put a pricetag on your address
and we only come for blood, don’t want no -ssets
hit a b-tch, forget the b-tch, like it was bad s-x
graveyard music
f-ck, what made y’all do it?
it’s gon’ rain, and that pain, i’m gon’ bring y’all through it
see the afterlife soon, at the rate y’all movin’
how my team do hits and make a baseball movie
b-tch, it’s 30 or none
don’t get stuck in the mud
have you throwin’ up blood like you f-ckin’ with cubs
push your sh-t back like a sub
leave you wet like the tub
then walk away, leavin’ sh-lls like i’m reverend run
then i’ll k!ll everybody like you, yeah b-tch i’m the one
with a mask, gloves, and gun, i’m a storm in the sun
in broad day it could hail
then i take em’ to h-ll
you better think about your momma not takin’ it well
or i could put you on display like i made you for sale
or make em’ have to find your -ss off of tracin’ your smell
either way, like you stole a blunt, you takin’ a l
sayin’ h-llo from the other side, like your name adele
better watch your words n-gg-
cuz like a b-m, you could rest on the curb n-gg-
yeah i’m fly and i’m crazy, cuckoo bird n-gg-
if that ain’t what you heard, then f-ck what you heard n-gg-
bout to f-ck a block up with this new toy
got no problem with that drama, i’m a rule boy
my side is grippin’, 50 kickin’, like riyu boy
like j-panese homes, take you out your shoes boy
see i never play ’round
even at the playground
don’t know what it was, but n-gg-s always brought the hay ’round
then i gripped the tre’ pound
musclin’ the weight now
if n-gg-s ain’t from ’round here, they better know they way ’round
my g-unit got a 50 in it
yeah, they never there when i’m really with it
i pop out while i’m gettin’ spinach
leave that -ss wet and naked like you skinny dippin’
grrahh!
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